Friday, August 11, 2006

I heard this poem read by the incredible female poet, Suheir Hammad. I am not sure of the author and believe that she credited it to someone else.

I will not dance to your war drum.
I will not lend my soul
nor my bones
to your war drum.
I will not dance to your beating.
I know that beat
it is lifeless.
I know intimately that skin you are hitting.
It was alive once
and hunted
I will not dance to your drummed up war.
I will not pop
for you.
I will not hate for you
or even hate you.
I will not kill for you.
I will not die for you.
I will not mourn the dead
with murder nor suicide.
I will not side with you
nor dance to bombs because everyone else is dancing.
Everyone can be wrong.
Life is a right
not collateral or casual.
I will not forget where I come from.
I will craft my own drum.
Gather my beloved near
and our chanting will be dancing.
Our humming will be drumming.
I will not be played.
I will not lend my name
nor my rhythm to your beat.
I will dance
and resist
and dance
and persist
and dance.
This heartbeat is louder than death.
Your war drum ain'’t louder than this breath.


DA said...

Allthough it makes me very sad it's just beautiful..

strange world..

Let's follow our heartbeats..

jazztheo said...

This poem captures where I am in that I know what I will not do. I just don't know what I will do yet...


ab said...

i just saw a replay of her on cspan. she's amazing!

voixdange said...

Isn't she though -